This motion picture, though its visual effects are laughable and cheesy by today's standards, is virtually perfect. The performances are spot-on. Michael Rennie's Klaatu is understated and confident, his smallest facial expressions telegraphing entire paragraphs of what otherwise would be pretentious and sanctimonious dialogue. Patricia Neal is an everymother of the 1950s, but shows the intelligent budding character of subsequent generations of women.

The movie is, of course, at once an endorsement of, and a prayer for, Mutually Assured Destruction as the savior of our species. Its message is simple: since nothing else has ever worked to avert warfare, perhaps the certainty of extinction wrought by nuclear weapons is the one thing that might dissuade homosapienssapiens from the self-extinction that science has now made possible.

That this picture falls apart once it reaches Klaatu's warning and proffered solution, should not rule it out of appreciation. Given that more than 65 years have passed since this film was made, yet we are still trying to figure-out the same problem, its simplistic formula for world peace can be forgiven, and perhaps may even be seen as the best that we can do to control our evolutionary lust for violence.

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